“I had been taking my nephew, the recruit, and as I was coming back along the road I found it. Polikéy must have dropped it.”
“Well, then, go—go, friend! I am glad!”
“So glad, lady …” said the peasant. Then he remembered that he had not thanked her properly, and did not know how to behave. The lady and Dounyásha smiled, and then he again began stepping as if he were walking in very high grass, and could hardly refrain from running, so fearful was he that he might be stopped and the money taken from him.